A boy nervously sat in the lobby as he watched his mother sign him in.
She looked back once she handed the clipboard in, giving him a sympathetic look.
She couldn't sympathize with him, and he knew that. She had no idea what he was going through, and she has no idea that this isn't going to help him at all.
"Follow me." A blonde woman said, and he waved to his mom before securing his backpack on his shoulders, following the woman.
"How are you doing today?" She asked.
He didn't respond, and she expected that. It was nothing personal.
As he was handed a key to his room, he nervously bit his lip, seeing that he was sharing with someone. He could tell by the hamper sitting outside of the door.
"Here is a schedule. Every day, your therapy session runs from 3 - 3:45. It shows times for breakfast, lunch, and dinner on there, and also the times you are allowed outside. Also, here is a map of our facility. You are allowed at any of the places highlighted in yellow at any time before 9 p.m. After that, all residents must be in their rooms." She told him, handing him two pieces of paper.
He nodded as she unlocked his door for him.
"Have a nice stay," she said, and he lightly smiled as she walked away.
He shut the door and turned around, seeing a boy with black hair sitting in a chair with his arms crossed.
"What's your name?" The dark haired boy asked.
"Luke." He whispered, looking anywhere except for the scary looking boy.
"I'm Michael."
